In the latter half of the twenty first century, Aman Hambleton, an employee of Ceres Mining Operations (CMO), is caught up in an asteroid mining accident. However, he's not the only one in the picture - CMO and several government factions (along with their AIs) each have their own agendas. Can they work together to devise and execute a solution, or are millions doomed to an unimaginable apocalypse?
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He had orders from his federal government to bring me in; apparently, I was a threat. However, had anyone seen me that day, they would have laughed hysterically at the notion. My brown hair was a wreck, my face sprinkled with a fair share of freckles and pimples alike. It was ridiculous to care what you looked like when you served my masters. In all honestly, they did care what we looked like but today was a Saturday, a day set aside to sit around and do absolutely nothing. Nothing, what a beautiful word! Anyways back to Saturday. I had just sat down on the couch when I heard a persistent knocking at the door, thoroughly ruining my morning. I let out an annoyed groan, "Really?" I set my mug of heavenly nectar (mere mortals refer to it as coffee, but to me, it means so much more) down on a coaster and marched up to the door. I opened the door and suddenly, for the first time since eighth grade, I felt self-conscious.
She glanced around the room, looking at everyone. But her eyes stopped on me. For a short, yet intense moment, she glared into my eyes. Her green eyes glistening in the light. She looked at my hair. And then her eyes followed my hand, when she saw me holding hands with Nathan, her smile faded slightly but she looked away quickly when she noticed I was watching her.---<This is an LGBT-themed book, please don't hate it for that><Have fun reading, updates may be slow>
Come and join in, before it is too late. This is our utopia.Ours.SPOILER:If you have read it, here is a breakdown of what I was trying to convey:A strong sense of cynicism for one, in a dystopian society which is meant to be a utopian one, Essentially the mechanical men symbolise greed driven businessmen, set in a futuristic society where the suns UV rays have increased to uninhabitable levels which I tried to suggest by the radiation meters being unable to even measure the extent of the radiation. I tried to give the reader a feeling of how horrific the world would become if we continue to be absorbed in our own lives and our work. 'tires screech' and 'murderous eyes' at the beginning was supposed to symbolise the tycoons relentlessly driving their employees, these businessmen's 'bevelled faces' being both a play on words, because when I think of bevelled face, I think of a watch, while also representing how inhuman these businessmen have become; you don't typically think of humans as having a watch display in place of their face!
What if you had cute little situations with your favorite one piece character as kids?!One Piece! Kids x Reader-chan. or Kid! Reader-chan. This is One shots and requests.